| I’ve drained all my thoughts until the ink of my pen disappeared
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| My soul is running on empty but I don’t mind
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| It’ll fill up again, oh, when it fills up within
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| Scattered puzzle pieces don’t mean anything to me
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| I’ve been lost
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| I spilled all my guts until the ink of my pen disappeared
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| My soul is running so steady and I feel fine
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| Scattered puzzle pieces, no glue to keep them together
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| But I see it through
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| I’ve been lost for a little while
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| But I feel free
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| I spilled all my guts until the blood on my hands disappeared
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| My soul is running so steady and I feel fine
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| Scattered puzzle pieces, no glue, I’ll keep them together
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| 'Cause I see it through
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| I’ve been lost for a little while but I feel free
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| And sooner or later my fate will embrace me
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| So until then, I sit and stare into thin air
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| (Into thin air, into thin air)
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| I’ve been lost for a little while but I feel free
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| And sooner or later my fate will embrace me
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| So until then, I sit and stare into thin air
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| Into thin air, 'cause I am free
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| I am, I am free |